The Warehouse Diaries

The mysterious figure in the shadows had her interest peaked. She would grow to call him the shadow man. Did he really exist? She did not know at this time but the mystery of him would send her back to the warehouse tonight once again. It was a dark stormy night. The rain was relentless and the wind was blowing ever so hard. She gained entrance and tried to shake off the cold rain. She shook from the bitterness of the night. She loved the rain, always had and this night was no different. The sound of it forcefully hitting the roof was the most beautiful sound to her. Drips leaking through the old roof could be heard around her. The wind rattled the old glass and made her shiver. She had a flashlight this time and although the moon was barely visible, still some creeped through some of the glass in certain areas. She is never frightened being here but yet never truly feels alone.

She thinks he knows when she will arrive and waits for her. Maybe it is just her imagination or wishful thinking. She wanders in the dim light and finds a favorite spot to lay down a blanket. She needed the quiet tonight. Needed to ease a mind that has been extra noisy lately. She wonders why this place holds such meaning to her. Doesn’t really matter, it has become her happy place and that’s what she needs. Her eyes glance around the space to notice all the usual dark spaces. She wonders if he is there with her. Actually, she doesn’t even know for sure if it is a “he.” What if it is just a lost soul yearning for connection? What if it really is just her imagination? Either way, this is now her time.

She finds her favorite music track on her phone. Enigma MCMXC a.D. from 1990. It holds special meaning for her and it just puts her in a great place. Sensual and rhythmic, relaxing and allows her to totally vibe. She cranks up the sound and lies back. As the music begins she drifts off. To a place beyond this space, beyond this time. Into a universe of another existence. She feels her body become weightless and utterly relaxed. She has no thoughts other than just being in this moment. She lets the stress go and journeys deep into herself. When something snaps her quickly back to reality. A touch.

She dares not open her eyes, because she doesn’t know what she will see. Her heart beats faster as fear begins to creep in. The fight or flight response kicks in but she doesn’t know which to choose. So she lies still. The hand lightly touches her foot. She wants to cry out but cannot seem to utter a sound. As the hand gently runs up her calf she feels herself twitch. The touch stops. Almost waiting to see the reaction. She breathes in deep and out slowly. The touch continues up her skirt to her thigh. She is aroused but frightened at the same time. A smell drifts through the air and she recognizes this smell. She somehow knows this man's smell. She knows her shadow man.

The hand now slides up the edge of her shirt. It gently caresses the belly that she despises so much. Her body quivers under his touch. He now knows that she is very present in this time and place. She still refuses to open her eyes. He leans down and kisses her lips softly. Then he leans down and kisses her belly. He lifts the shirt up further to expose her naked breasts. A thrill runs through her like no other. He kisses them and then runs his warm tongue over them. Her already hard nipples appreciate the loving attention. She wants to reach for him and pull him close but instead stays perfectly still. Giving him total access to every part of her body and being. He reaches up and strokes her face with his hand. He runs his finger over her lips and down her chin. Her soft sighs are now heard by his ever listening ears. He bends forward and gently bites her neck. She feels like she is losing her mind at this point and just wants to surrender to him. Then relizes she already has.

He moves down her body kissing her. She clenches the blanket with her hands. He moves further down to her warm, wet spot. She breathes deep in anticipation but he simply kisses it and moves on. She wants this man. So badly that she can hardly contain her excitement. She wants to feel his skin against hers. Two warm bodies joined together and brought together by fate. She longs to feel the closeness and love that she has been missing in her life for so long. She wants him to hold her like he is afraid to lose her. He finally stops where he started...at her foot.

She waits for the tenderness to continue, for what seemed like hours but it was only minutes. A part of her thought his hesitation was only momentary but when she opened her eyes, the music had stopped and he was gone. A sadness filled her but at the same time she felt somewhat satisfied with the encounter. Another part of her was pissed at herself for not grabbing him and holding on, for allowing him to slip away. Her satisfaction was not orgasm related but rather the gratification of knowing someone treated her so gently and softly and lovingly and she let him. The mystery behind the man was exciting and so was the experience. It was like Tantric love. Loving someone else's body in such a deep spiritual way that the connection of touch without penetration is satisfaction enough.

She gathers her things and leaves the warehouse. Knowing she will return and being grateful for this visit. She whispers “thank you” as she leaves and will look forward to her next visit.

Love and Peace G.